Wang Yue heard Prince Ding speak with such confidence and let out a cold laugh. "If you were really so sure of yourself, then those thirty thousand soldiers wouldn't have died in vain at the Battle of Mahe five years ago."
Wang Yue's words left Prince Ding speechless. After all, back then he, too, had been full of confidence when he laid out his plan. He had intended to deal a devastating blow to Beiliang's forces, but never expected to send thirty thousand elite soldiers to their deaths. The reinforcements he had counted on never arrived. If his men hadn't risked their lives to save him, he would have died on the battlefield that day.
Zhi Jian and Zhi Mo glared furiously at Wang Yue. Their father and elder brother had died on that battlefield, and they had lived for one purpose: to avenge them.
Now Wang Yue had reopened their wounds, enraging the brothers. They drew their swords again and charged out, intent on taking down this insolent man.
Guo Juli certainly wasn't about to let Wang Yue fight for himself. Although she didn't have her two Big Hammers with her in the carriage, her unsharpened greatsword was stored beneath it. Seeing that a fight had broken out, she feared Ma Zhong wouldn't be able to handle it alone, so she promptly jumped down from the carriage, drew the greatsword that was as tall as she was, and charged at Zhi Mo.
When she got close, she used her forward momentum, twisted her slim waist, and swept the greatsword upward. It cut through the air with a sharp whoosh before slamming down toward Zhi Mo. If it hit him, he would be gravely injured at best.
Zhi Mo hadn't expected the harmless-looking young girl to wield such a heavy